It’s been six months since I lost Lucy. I like to believe she’s patiently waiting at the gates of heaven — ready for the reunion when I meet her again one day.
I still think about this sweet and faithful companion every single day. If you’ve ever had a dog who you loved, you’ll understand.
When I put the key into my front door when I return home each day, part of me still waits to hear the sound of her tail hitting the door as she realizes I’ve returned.
When I get up in the morning, part of me still feels compelled to get her leash and take her for the first walk of the day — something she loved so much. At night, part of me wants to take her for one last walk before bed, because each walk made her so happy.
But I can’t do those things, because the World’s Happiest Dog isn’t here anymore.

Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
He couldn’t mold her into himself, but my dad broke Mother’s spirit
What kind of savages are we today? ‘Pick ’em out and knock ’em out’
What really caused me to run from a ‘haunted house’ long ago?
OK, morons, we’ll finally admit it: We really are smarter than you
Why do Birmingham taxpayers give $500,000 yearly to college sports?
I want to live a life my kids will want to emulate as they grow up
Self-disclosure of flaws is how I stop myself from deceiving you